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Will the prince become overpowered? Absolutely.
Cold to his enemies? Ruthless.
To his allies? Fiercely loyal.
Dominant, feared, admired, respected—and perhaps even pitied.
The question isn’t if he’ll rise.
It’s what he’ll become.

Synopsis

Aramith Virellian is no ordinary prince. At birth, he awakens the darkness attribute—a power feared for its adaptability and its curse. Darkness can mimic any attribute, but each step forward demands sacrifice. To grow stronger, Aramith must surrender pieces of himself—memories, emotions, even parts of his humanity.

Exiled by his father, he is forced to walk a path where his greatest enemy may not be an outside threat, but the monster within. At his side is Mozrael, a girl bound to a dragon she never asked for. His sister, Lia, blessed with light, may be destined to either save him… or destroy him.

But Aramith doesn't know part of himself has been locked away.
His personality became foggy, hollow, and empty. 

That emptiness is not natural, but bound. 
When disaster strikes, and lightning tears him from the waking world, he meets the spirit born of his own darkness—keeper of all that was locked away. 
Intelligence. 
Ruthlessness. 
Brutality. 
The essence of who he was meant to be. 
She gives him a seed, and with it, a choice: remain the hollow boy, or awaken as something far greater.
And now, he has a goal.



What begins as survival soon unravels into something larger: their world is only a fragment, prey to beings who harvest realms like fields of grain. 
As kingdoms clash and cosmic truths come to light, Aramith seeks the ones who forged his chains—and demands their answer.
He that was ruled over shall now rule over them.






Author’s Note

Power progression is well-paced. No sudden cheats, no rushed hacks—every step forward is earned.

Characters are real. No NPCs. Everyone has their own story, emotions, and choices.

Romance is slow-burn. Meaningful. No soulless harem thrown together.

The world is vast. This realm is only one fragment of many, each with its own wonders and dangers.

Plot twists are layered. Clues hidden early will echo hundreds of chapters later.

This story is not just about strength, but sacrifice. It’s about choices that cut deep, victories that demand a price, and characters who live with the weight of both.

"Do you require any special conditions?" The keeper asked.


"Once you both agree to any conditions, we can start, and if you have none, let me know.


Eryndor smiled at Aramith. The kid before him looked very fragile.


Knowing who I am, no one would carelessly challenge me. And I don't sense any strong power from him. The only way he can win is—


"No artifacts or weapons," Eryndor said.


Aramith looked at him calmly. "I don't need those."


This made Eryndor smile. Still confident, huh?


"Do you need any other requirements?" The keeper asked Aramith.


"Not a requirement," Aramith said. "What gate are you at?" He asked.


"Platinum, " Eryndor replied without hesitation. Gasps could be heard.


Aramith didn't say anything for a while, which Eryndor mistook for fear.


"You could have resigned, but you didn't," he said in a tone that sounded like concern.


"I'll have to hold back for your safety. I might accidentally kill you."


Chapter 162 - Platinum Gate? He Can't Win